The singer next room to ours is I find the castrate Luini […] He is a native of Brescia – was welcomed home by a band of music at the inn, the night of his arrival, and by another the night before his and our departure, consisting of 2 violins, a mandolin, French horn, trumpet and violoncello – and tho’ in the dark and by memory they played long concertos with solo parts for mandolin. I was surprised at the memory of these performers – in that it was excellent street music and such as we are not accustomed to: but ours is not a climate for serenades.